The Kia ora coo-ee : the magazine for the ANZACS in the Middle East, 1918
"Ali Muntar": It all happened in the small hours of the morning, after we had finished a little argument with "Jacko". I had been asleep for only five minutes— it seemed about that period—when Casey called me to do my watch on the gun. It was dark and I was weary; and of course I didn't know where "Whisky" had laid him down to rest. You know what it's like being hauled out of bed whtn you are dog-tired:you getup and stagger about. I located the gun all right, and made towards it. Suddenly I planted my dainty little tootsie on something soft and yielding. It yielded right enough, and, at the same time. a long-drawn howl issued from the crust of Mother earth. I jumped into the middle of next week and landed with every hair of my head standing to attention. I peered caut-iouslv around; and there was "Whisky", sitting up in is dug-out, and making weird gasping sounds. I did a bunk while my luck was in—he's bigger'n me.